The cacophony of metal had overtaken the open room, each swordstroke that fell upon one another adding to the raucous din. The numerous forms that whirled and danced about had become all but intertwined in their melee, their physical prowess becoming as critical to their victory as the skill with which they handled their blade. The percussion of steel was deft, swift, and deadly; each one involved was a battle-hardened warrior capable of destruction on the battlefield, a name to be feared in the arts of war.

Chrysalis watched from her seat, her interest in the outcome not feigned in the slightest; these were her best Commanders that fought now, the most trusted warriors her Horde could hope to offer. They had been bred for battle since before they were born, taught its every aspect until the iron scent of blood was the air they breathed. Outmatching their kindred in the Horde, proven to themselves and the satisfaction of their queen, these Changelings were the best Chrysalis’ children could hope to be.

And now, as three blades held against one, they were losing.

“Come on, slowpokes!” Rainbow roared, a prismatic storm of movement and flashing metal, “don’t give up yet! Show me everything you’ve got!”

Chrysalis watched as Seniya pulled herself away from the fray for a brief moment, hoping to recover; likely her most trusted Commander, and the beautiful Changeling Queen could see that there was sweat pouring down her brow. Even with the aid of her fellows, Seniya was being outmatched by Rainbow with ease. The sight would once have been horrifying only three days ago; the thought that one even mightier than her Commanders was now among her lovers made the woman’s heart quiver.

There was a small flash, then a cry of pain; one of the Changelings was knocked back and left unarmed, the free blade falling into Rainbow’s hand as she continued to be a whirlwind of devastation, the furious storm of color that wrought victory over all but one. Two blades held against two, all three remaining competitors fighting with an unmatched effort.

Chrysalis caught Rainbow’s eye and saw the grin on her face, a small gleam in the eye that spoke of a memory. The beautiful Changeling felt a breath leave her when she saw what was to come next-

It was over in a flash. Seniya fell to the ground with a harsh Thud! that spoke to her momentary paralysis, her partner shoved aside with only a broken blade to show for her efforts. Before them stood Rainbow even still, her hands filled with flawless metalwork that hardly looked worn from the furious maelstrom of cold iron. While her opponents’ chest heaved, struggling to regain their composure or find their breath once more, the unyielding warrior let her head be held high over them; pride earned by victory, and a strength magnified by newfound purpose.

The beautiful woman of many colors looked about at her fallen opponents, seeking out any sign of resistance that would see blades clash once again and finding only exhaustion instead. An escape of breath across her lips in acceptance of it before turning to her Lady. What had she, her most important audience, thought of such a performance?

Chrysalis could only smile her approval at the remarkable feat, rising to her feet and giving applause to the showcase of talent that had transpired. “I would call you a fencing master, beloved, if that title was worthy of you,” she remarked. “You put generations of skill and experience to shame, with only sweat as your payment.”

Rainbow grinned, clearly enjoying the praise. “Don’t tell me you’re surprised?” she asked.

“Not at all, beloved,” Chrysalis said warmly, coming forth to her champion and bestowing the gracious prize of a kiss on a pair of awaiting lips. “Not when you’ve shown me what you can really do.”

The warrior woman smirked, the revelry of the weekend just spent in each other’s company still fresh on her mind. Not just Chrysalis, but Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity too-! There’d been a magnificence to it that Rainbow couldn’t have anticipated, at last able to enjoy the company of her cherished friends in the way she had always desired; uninhibited, friendship at last allowed to smolder and be stoked by the flames of lust so as to grow to its long-desired conclusion for the satisfaction of all.

“Come, all of you to your feet,” Chrysalis commanded, turning from her still-eager knight and regarding her wearied children. “Water- before anything else. Than assess yourselves for any injuries; I will not have you leave this place with wounds still open.”

Bitter from the magnitude of their loss, her Commanders were slow to follow orders. It was only when they found themselves under the care of their mother that their hesitancy disappeared. The cold treatment that had once been was all but gone as Chrysalis went to each of them in turn, looking them over with a concern that seemed so strange in comparison to the unyielding demands they had known all their lives. This new softness was strange to them- but not at all unwelcome. A further buoying of their spirits came soon after in the form of their Queen’s new lady, Rainbow’s encouragement and guidance well-spoken and meaningful. Though clearly bested by her superior skill, the shame that had come from such a loss now felt lessened; the new right hand of the Horde was one who knew the mettle of a warrior and treated them with marked respect.

“Just think of it as a lesson. You only learn from messing up, right?” Rainbow said aloud, addressing her defeated opponents with a smile that spoke to her boundless confidence. “Now you know how far you’ve got to go- you’ve got a new goal to reach! I know it sucks to lose, but it’ll give you something to strive for.”

“Next time, I expect you to be able to hold your own- and alone,” Chrysalis remarked, knowing her words were a daunting challenge. “You will meet this new standard, what time it takes is immaterial. I know the greatest of my children can achieve such a feat.”

“Next time, Your Majesty,” came the call. “We shall make your proud once more.”

“Hmm… tell me, my beautiful bird,” Chrysalis said to Rainbow, “did they give this trial their all?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, definitely. And they’re all real good, too, just not as good as me- that’s all.”

“Then I have every reason to be proud,” Chrysalis declared to her children. A conjuring of flame in her hand that dissipated to reveal a silver summoning bell in her hand that was soon set to tingling. “Now you are to regain your strength. Pinkie!”

The melodious call echoed throughout the room for only a few seconds before the doors opened and revealed a great serving cart, pushed through to the awaiting souls by a bright-faced woman whom all present adored. “Wow, I heard you all going for ages!” Pinkie said as she strode in, promptly speaking with all of her usual fervor. “I bet Rainbow had you all really trying, huh? She’s super good at sword stuff and other really awesome, brawny stuff. And now that you’re done I bet you’re super tired and everything, so I made you guys something to eat! How does roast chicken sound? Full of protein and you’ll be back on your feet in no time!”

The summons for a hot meal was never unwelcome to a tired spirit, and one from a chef as talented as Pinkie was primed to disappear. The hearty meal was well-supplied, and given a little flair by a plate of vanilla cupcakes to help top it all off; as the trio of exhausted Changelings began to devour their meal, the thanks that was given came gladly. None could hope to so thoroughly win their hearts as Pinkie.

“You sure you don’t want to try some?” Pinkie asked of her two girls, offering a piece of unblemished cupcake on her outstretched tongue. “I know you ate earlier, but there’s always room for dessert, right?”

“You know, I think there is,” Rainbow declared, sneaking in and ensnaring Pinkie’s unprepared tongue within her own lips. The sudden kiss actually managed to elicit a squeak from the pink chef, but only for it to swiftly morph into a muffled coo of happiness. Rainbow’s kiss was thorough, intense; the suckling of her tongue that came from the prismatic woman was potent and glorious.

Chrysalis soaked in the scene, enjoying watching the two together as their passionate kissing continued. She didn’t need to imagine how they would feel upon her; after all, this latest weekend had been their most raucous yet. The two of them together had been more than just wonderful, and the whole of them together had been sublime.

“Mwah!” Pinkie withdrew her tongue from Rainbow’s feisty clutches and let the thickened band wave between them. “Ooh, is that how we thank the chef now, Rainbow? I like it, you should do that again!”

“Well, I can’t help it. After all, you’re not wearing anything.”

Indeed Pinkie wasn’t, the only adornment upon her skin being a white apron that just barely covered her naked body. She had not taken long to become comfortable with bearing her skin around the nightclub, more often seen without clothes than with them, a change of style that bothered absolutely no one. “Maybe I’m the new trend,” Pinkie murmured cheekily. “You wanna try it on for size?”

Out of all of Chrysalis’ new paramours, it had been evident from the beginning that Pinkie and Rainbow were nigh inexhaustible- and always eager for another bout of lovemaking. “I could be convinced,” Rainbow murmured. “Only if you think you can handle me…”

“Until you scream, Rainbow.” Pinkie’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, eager to throw away the apron and enjoy herself. “Oh Chrissy, I think Rainbow’s getting all excited. Feel like having fun?”

Chrysalis very much wanted to say yes; the idea of delving between those wondrous thighs alongside Rainbow’s skilled tonguework was more than just a little appealing. But even her unparalleled desires could be trumped by duty, and there was a laundry list of things that called for her attention. She would simply have to find another time. “Don’t be too loud,” she cautioned, waving them away so as to see them satisfied. “Fluttershy was able to get back to sleep only a little bit ago, so let her keep resting.” The nods came in swift approval before the two raced off in a trail of giggles, leaving their love-struck queen jealous and wishing she could join them. If only we were safe at last, she thought to herself. But before I survey the plans, I need to tend to Fluttershy.

The weekend had been, for the most part, a rather rambunctious one spent in sultry company. It would have been even better if her sweet butterfly had not suddenly fallen ill, a victim of an unfortunate case of ‘the bug going around’ as Pinkie had called it. While Chrysalis and Rainbow had tended to other matters, the sweet-faced woman had been left under the care of Rarity for the time being, one whom the dark queen was coming to heavily rely upon for matters of the estate. It had not been an intentional thing –or at least an act she was aware of- but each of her newfound loves had come to play a rather critical role within her house; Chrysalis could hardly have asked for any better who could assist her. Rainbow sharpened the skills of her warriors; Pinkie’s culinary arts and gracious affection kept them happy and content; Fluttershy and Rarity happily took on the duties of Ladies of the House, aiding her directly in matters of personal affairs as well as spiritual rejuvenation.

Looking at her life now, with so many memories of her old one still able to be recalled, Chrysalis could only wonder how she’d once managed.

A quiet knock on the doors to her personal chambers before entering, swiftly entering through the miniscule crack she offered herself so as not to bathe the darkened room with unforgiving light. Her best efforts for a discrete entrance were given and Chrysalis crept forward to the bedside where two figures lay, one comfortably held beneath the bedsheets while the other was seated beside her.

“No need to be so careful, darling. We’re both perfectly fine in here,” Rarity said softly. A hand outstretched, one meant to be taken hold of and kissed…

Chrysalis accepted her lady’s offer and pressed her lips gently against soft finger, always glad to grant further affection. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said.

“Not at all! Fluttershy and I were just talking about you, if you must know,” the elegant beauty replied.

“Oh my. And what about?”

Fluttershy’s smile beamed bright even in the dark, the sight of it melting her devoted lover’s heart. “About how I didn’t mean to make you worry,” she said faintly, the weariness in her voice from the ravaging of illness evident to the ear. “And that you don’t need to be so scared. I’ll be better in the morning, I promise.”

Chrysalis breathed a small sigh of relief, but couldn’t exactly prevent a flush from filling her cheeks. A Changeling’s life was not one filled with ailments and sickness, ancient strengths long passed down keeping virus and infection from ever forming; Fluttershy’s sudden failure of health had done her no favors, inexperience causing her to panic at the sight of it. It hadn’t been the most dignified of reactions. “Well, I’m glad to hear it,” Chrysalis whispered, a hand stroking along her beloved’s face and pushing stray hairs back into place. “You gave me quite a fright, that’s all.”

“Well, I am very scary,” Fluttershy teased. Her voice remained weak, but the presence of good humor was encouraging.

“I’ve no doubt,” the dark royal replied. “Is it alright if I talk with Rarity privately for a moment?”

“Of course you can. I can be left alone for a little while, I promise.”

Chrysalis could see all her worry and concern was for those around her, as though ashamed she had caused so many people to fret over her state. A swift kiss to the forehead before she rose, taking Rarity by the arm and making for the door.

“Chrysalis- darling, you can relax! I promise, Fluttershy is going to be fine,” Rarity said when the bedroom doors closed behind them. “Things like this are perfectly normal, there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“And you’re-”

“Sure? Without a doubt, darling,” the seamstress added. “It’s sweet to see you so concerned like this, but it’s not necessary. A day’s rest and our beloved Fluttershy will be back on her feet in no time.”

It was news that buoyed her spirits. “Thank you for looking after her, Rarity,” Chrysalis said. “I know our darling butterfly could hardly be in better hands.”

“Happy to be of assistance,” Rarity said. “I’ve ordered a quiet period until evening, and fresh bedsheets be made ready for the morning. The room will be cleaned and made safe for full use again just as soon as Fluttershy is able.”

It was more than she could have asked for. All her worries were made insignificant in the face of Rarity’s attentive care, Chrysalis only able to smile and marvel at how wonderful her life had become. “Oh Rarity, how I love you,” she murmured happily, taking the elegant woman in her embrace. “How I managed without you girls, I just don’t know.”

“I’m glad to be of assistance,” Rarity replied. “It’s the least I can do.”

It was an appreciated remark, but for some strange reason she could somehow feel that something was missing. “Rarity, can- one last favor to ask of you.” The blush that began to appear was bidden alongside a bashful smile.

“Anything, darling!”

Chrysalis wanted the demand met, but couldn’t shrug off how silly she knew it would be to say it, the formidable queen struggling to put her words into voice. “Can you… will you tell me that you love me, please?” She’d said to this beautiful woman first, after all. It was the oddest sensation to know she needed to hear it said in return, even if she had no reason to doubt otherwise.

Rarity laughed, though her mirth was born of delight rather than scorn. “Chrissy, you sweetest of spirits!” she exclaimed, a hand caressing her queen’s face. “You are quite the romantic, of course I can! After all,” she whispered, her voice turning delightfully sultry, “you know how madly I love you.”

The presence between them disappeared and was made filled as Rarity leaned in to kiss her beloved queen, Chrysalis rather swooning at the feeling of those desired lips held against her own. Kissing Rarity was always a happy moment, the tender touch of her lips like a work of art put into feeling and gesture. Not as wild and ferocious as Pinkie or Rainbow, yet not the gentle softness of Fluttershy’s soothing presence; to kiss Rarity was to know elegance. The beautiful fashionista’s lips were all that romance could ever hope to be.

Royal and lady broke apart slowly, the love held between them shining in their shared gaze as their quiet moment came to an end. “I’m so glad I have you girls,” Chrysalis whispered.

“So am I, darling,” Rarity replied as she rested her head against her beloved’s shoulder. “First Fluttershy, then you, and now Pinkie- and Rainbow, too… Oh, how good it is.”

“Hey! We’ve got a problem!” The booming din of a strong-willed voice broke the tender conversation like the shattering of glass, setting the two women to startles. Leaping about, Chrysalis saw Pinkie and Rainbow racing towards them in a hurry, both women still naked and looking as though they’d just left mid-activity.

“Rainbow! Keep your voice down, Fluttershy is trying to rest!” Rarity chided-

“Sorry babe, gimme a minute,” Rainbow said brusquely, pushing her love’s words aside as she turned to Chrysalis. “Look- we’re gonna have company.”

The tone said all it needed to. The peaceful quiet of the day was cast aside in favor of facing this new crisis, one that speared through Chrysalis’ heart like iron; if her children were under threat –her ladies under threat- then there was nothing else in the world that could hope to distract her. “Are we in danger?”

“I mean- yeah, we probably are.”

Rarity regarded the prismatic woman’s expression, a clouded thing that spoke to numerous emotions. “Did you reveal us?”

Rainbow acted as though she’d been struck, perhaps deservedly. “I- I didn’t know it was gonna be like –you know, how it is,” she said. “It was before I came up here to find you, I swear.”

The guilt could be dealt with later, insignificant in the face of a present danger. “Rainbow,” Chrysalis said, “what is coming for us?”

Rainbow bit her lip. “I- it’s been three days since I first came here,” she said. “So… so Twilight’s going to come after us.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Twilight adjusted the gauntlets that were now bound about her wrists, feeling her fingers slip through the leather that adorned the fingers and be nestled comfortably. They were specially crafted, forged in the ancient forges of the Crystal Empire and gifted to her by Cadance. Made to focus one’s magic and grant greater precision, they were as much a weapon as any sword could hope to be; turning their wearer’s magic into a pin-point laser that was perfect for close quarters.

A situation she hadn’t hoped she would ever find herself in. She would be outnumbered by the thousands, seeking hostages somewhere in this darkened place to which she now walked, and without backup. It was the sort of nightmarish scenario the poor Princess had hoped she would never know. And then there was the fact that she was dealing with Changelings; could she hope to decipher who was really who in a place like this?

The first day of Rainbow’s absence had been cause for concern, but she had forced herself to remain calm. Her friend was a warrior, capable of enduring hardship, one who would take the time necessary to see the job done correctly. Twilight had remained quiet in the hopes that inactivity would not stir the hornet’s nest.

It was the second day that had spurred her to some form of action. With only one friend still remaining in town, Twilight had fled for Sweet Apple Acres and revealed the insidious invasion to Applejack, hoping she would be able to find some measure of comfort in her friend’s company.

“And you’re certain that they’re there?” Applejack had asked.

“Rainbow was sure,” Twilight replied. “And if she was sure enough to go try and rescue them, then…”

Applejack sighed, falling back against a pile of haybales that dotted the wall of the barn in which they conversed, well-hidden away from the unwitting eyes and ears of her kindred. “How long did she say for you to wait?”

“Three days. That was early Friday, she left before dawn. But she’s still not back.”

“Is it possible that she hasn’t been caught?” Applejack asked. “Just maybe?”

“I mean… yes, it’s possible,” Twilight answered. “She could be laying low, she could be on the run from the horde, but the longer it goes- if she’s not back by tomorrow, I’m going to go up there myself.”

“Alone?” The farmgirl hardly looked receptive to the idea of her dear friend walking straight into the lion’s den. “Twilight, if they got a hold of Rainbow, you might be biting off more than you can chew. That girl could throw down.”

“I don’t need to throw a single punch,” Twilight said firmly, letting the electricity wave its way between her fingers to emphasize the point. “As long as I can find them- or find Chrysalis, at the very least- then I can put the worst to an end. After that, I’ll call down the royal guard upon the place and we’ll clean the nest.”

“I don’t like it, Twi,” AJ said quietly. “You need more than just you. What if they’re waiting for you? Setting a trap for you, and all that?”
“What choice do I have? The longer we wait, the worse the whole thing could get.”

The beautiful blonde remained uncertain but relented her arguments for now, a conversation left insignificant in the face of such a crisis. “So why tell me?” she asked.

“For the same reason Rainbow Dash spoke to me,” Twilight informed her. “Applejack, if I’m not back in three days, it’ll be up to you. I’d ask you to go with me now, but I don’t want to put your family in the crossfire unless I absolutely have to. They can fool the others, they might even be able to fool me- but there’s not a soul on earth who can fool you. Can I trust you on this?”

“Twilight, don’t ask me to be the one to save the world…”

“AJ, please. Promise me you will.” The young princess kept her gaze steady, hoping to push away the trembling that threatened to crumble down her entire world. “I’m counting on you.”

The call for a promise to be kept felt like deceit and Applejack wondered if her friend had said it purposefully so as to bind her. “I…” she sighed, hating that this was the role she was set to play. “I don’t like it, Twi. But if you think it’ll work… I promise I’ll back you up when the time comes.”

A quick hug and a goodbye was all that came next, Twilight departing back to her abode so as to prepare herself in every way she would require. Now, only a few blocks away from the next great battle of their time, she found that her preparations had not been enough. Fear still remained, strength had not come, and a day’s rest had not been enough to calm her mind. She was walking into a nest of Changelings with the goal of finding specific people; four of them were those she intended to rescue- one was the one she meant to kill.

No pressure, she told herself. You’ve faced dangers before. You can do it again. The words were less comforting when her subconscious mind recalled that she had faced those dangers alongside her friends rather than alone.

There it stood, only a little distance away. A place of sensuous luxury meant to entice and tempt, a perfect hiding spot for the devourers of love. It was a little to on-the-nose, by Twilight’s estimation. Not subtle. But here she would begin her campaign, the lone light that would venture into the darkness. The moment she opened that door, the work would begin.

As heavy wood was pushed aside and light allowed to filter through into the open floor, she found herself perplexed by just how suddenly her goals had become attainable.

The Horde had been ordered underground, out of sight and readied for evacuation if things turned for the worse. There had not been any escape tunnels burrowed, too fearful of seismic detection to ever make such a venture. If Twilight was not able to be reasoned with, the survivors would have to work quickly.

Chrysalis’ initial instinct had been to send her beloved ladies to safer dwellings, an idea that was shouted down almost as soon as it had been suggested.

“It would be a guarantee for catastrophe,” Rarity had said, appearing affronted at the suggestion of fleeing. “Our being with you will be what she needs to be convinced that you are not a threat any longer.”

“And if she decided to simply attack? No provocation, no warning?” Chrysalis demanded.

“Nah, that’s not Twilight’s way,” Rainbow had countered. “I mean, she’ll definitely be suspicious of whether or not we’re actually who we are, but she won’t attack unless she’s sure. Twilight’s not mean like me.”

“Come on, Rainbow Dash, stop being mean to yourself and being all sulky!” Pinkie said, a gentle nudge of her girlfriend to wipe away the warrior’s sour mood. “You didn’t know Chrissy was all super-hot and sexy and really nice until you got here! You were only trying to help.”

“But the damage has been done, nevertheless,” Chrysalis said simply. “Forgiveness is fine, but we must have a plan.”

“What sort of plan, darling?”

“Anything. Any plan that will safeguard my children, and you,” Chrysalis said, trying not wring her hands in worry at the fearful thought of the many pieces of her heart being ripped away. “You say Twilight is a princess- then her already-mighty power will be magnified! I do not wish for our home to be destroyed and see my children exposed to the world. Not now, when I have them so close to safety.”

Rarity pondered the thought for a moment, her mind of high society and politics coming into play. Chrysalis was a warfaring royal, not used to the realms of political ploys and negotiations; she was force, now put into a place where force was not necessary. “I may have an idea, actually,” she said slowly. “After all, we wish for no violence, correct?”

“Of course!”

“Then I believe we shall take a much more pleasant road,” she announced, her smile growing as the strength of her machinations began to take hold. “Pinkie, darling, I’ll need the best of your culinary skills. Do you think you can manage?”

“Yeah! I can cook everything in the whole wide world in Chrissy’s super-fantastic kitchen, duh!” Pinkie proclaimed. “Does it need to look all fancy-shmancy like you’ve always liked it?”

“To the nines, if you please. We’ve got a princess on her way, and everything will have to be dressed to impress.”

Twilight blinked, unsure if the sudden lack of light was what could explain the strangeness of the sight before her. After all, what she was seeing didn’t make much sense.

“Twilight, darling! Please, come on in, no need to stand there!” Rarity’s voice, bright and welcoming as ever, beckoned for her to come forward and examine the unusual spectacle before her that had yet to properly sink in.

The door fell shut behind her and Twilight paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the warm, softened light of the nightclub in which she now stood. A few blinks and a partial adjustment was all it took for her to realize that she was indeed not crazy, and the sight of Chrysalis at a dinner table with her friends was not something out of a daydream.

“You don’t have to just stand there and stare, darling! Please, come join us! The extra seat is yours if you’d like it.”

Twilight remained where she was, taking in the scene further and giving it proper assessment: a well-crafted dinner table, royally dressed in finery and made to impress the eye; soft tongues of fire flowed freely from a pair of candles that levitated just overhead, allowing their warmth to add a small gleam to the darkened wood. Those who sat about it were a different matter entirely, a trio of beautifully dressed women that only added to the strangeness of the affair; Rarity was adorned in a sapphire-blue evening dress, the rich darkness of the color perfectly contrasting against her fair skin and making the resplendent woman seemingly glow. Across from her was Rainbow Dash, a shock to behold in a bright red dress that fell to just above the knee, giving her a more demure, feminine look than any had ever seen of her. At the head of the table was Chrysalis herself, lavishly dressed in a long black dress that seemed to be of Rarity’s own making, a glass of wine in her hand and bearing a smile that was made to beckon.

The whole thing was unbelievably unusual; Twilight had never seen her friends in such an attractive light, and the one she had come to defeat was perhaps the most beautiful of them all. The scene was just as welcoming, the plates that sat upon the table empty in preparation for a forthcoming meal. It was not at all like the scene for a battle.

“You’ve come a long way, Princess Twilight,” Chrysalis said, speaking at last and revealing yet another shock to the confused young woman; not at all the harsh croak that she had heard at Cadance’s wedding, but instead a softened tone that was pleasant to the ear. “It is our pleasure to have you with us. I hope you are hungry.”

This is a game. Twilight wasn’t sure of what was going on, but letting her guard down was not on the list of her current objectives. Slowly, each footstep precise in its placement, she took to the seat with an unusual delicacy. All she could imagine was a trap suddenly coming forth to grab her as its prisoner.

“Hmm… I believe you’ve left us feeling overdressed,” Rarity remarked, taking note of her friend’s more combative attire. “Since this is a dinner party… would you mind if we gave you a change of clothes for the occasion, Twilight?”

It was somehow getting stranger and she wasn’t sure why. “Alright,” Twilight answered. It seemed she would have to play along for a little longer.

“Wonderful! I have just the thing in mind- Chrissy, darling, would you mind-?”

“Not at all,” Chrysalis complied, a snap of her fingers and a new garment appeared on Twilight’s lap. “A gift, made with you in mind.”

It was a lovely dress, at least. A soft blue the color of the night sky, the corset dotted by pale flecks of gold as though the stars in the sky; the skirt was only a little longer than Rainbow’s, falling to just below the knee and giving her a more womanly look. A snap of her own fingers and Twilight flashed like a light for the merest of an instant; her battle garb was gone, replaced by the softened fabric of this new dress.

“Please tell me if it doesn’t fit quite right,” Rarity instructed her. “I made it with Chrissy’s help- and we were in something of a rush, so if the measurement aren’t quite right I’d be glad to know.”

“O-OK,” Twilight said. There was so much odd about this, it was difficult to imagine where she was supposed to begin. “What- what are you all doing here?”

“Waiting to eat. And you took forever, too!” Rainbow answered, slumping back in her seat as though ravaged by hunger. “I know what Pinkie’s cooking in there and I don’t feel like waiting all day. Hurry it up next time!”

If these were Changelings, they certainly were very good ones. Their mannerisms and tone were perfect matches for her friends, at least so far. But something wasn’t quite right…

“Where’s Fluttershy?” Twilight demanded.

“Oh! Goodness, I’m sorry, Twilight. I should have said right from the start,” Rarity cried. “Poor Fluttershy isn’t feeling her best today, so she has elected to remain in her chambers and rest. You needn’t worry, it’s only a mild illness.”

It was all she needed to know. “You poisoned her!” Twilight said of Chrysalis, her voice growing to a snarl. “You’ve got her locked up somewhere and you’ve been torturing her or-”

“I would do no such thing,” Chrysalis broke through, her words and expression so forceful that it was plain to see she found the accusation insulting. “I would raze cities to the ground if anyone ever dared to lay a finger upon my sweet Fluttershy. It is because of her that I sit here with such glorious loves such as these two.”

“Loves?” Twilight wasn’t at all sure what the seemingly affronted Changeling was meaning- at least at first. “No, you don’t mean- that!”

“We’ll explain it all over dinner, if you’d like,” Rarity offered. “You needn’t worry, Twilight. Chrissy has been wonderful to all of us- it’s lovely to have us all together like this.”

The concept was mind-boggling. Chrysalis was romantically involved with Fluttershy- and Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash. And, if Rarity was indeed suggesting such a thing, they were all simultaneously involved with one another. Of all things I expected, Twilight surmised, none of this was on the list.

“And here we are!” Pinkie burst forth from the kitchens in a blaze of triumph, dressed in a hot-pink dress and followed by a troupe of young women, each pushing a cart that carried a bountiful delicacy. “Filet mignon cooked to medium rare, with scalloped potatoes and grilled asparagus!” As the carts of food came to surround the table, the proud maestro of the meal strode forward and took her seat beside Rainbow, pausing in her settling down only to give a smile and wave to their latest guest. “Hi, Twilight! Hope you like everything, we all worked extra hard!”

“I’m certain it will be delicious, my love,” Chrysalis said sweetly, an approving nod given to her beautiful chef and the awaiting staff. “Let us begin.”

Twilight kept herself on guard for the duration of the meal, but found herself distracted by the excellence of it all. Pinkie had outdone herself, everything cooked to such a perfection that the young princess didn’t know if she’d ever tasted anything so excellent. The texture of the asparagus was perfect, the flavor of the filet rich and meaty… there weren’t words to help form the compliments she wanted to give. For a girl who had once been known only as a baker extraordinaire, Pinkie Pie had somehow found a new way to flourish; there was hardly a chef in the world that could hope to reach her now.

“Is everything to your liking, Princess Twilight?” Chrysalis asked, looking as though she were genuinely curious to the answer. “I hope you are enjoying yourself.”

“It’s- it’s all… really amazing,” she confessed, albeit hesitantly. “Pinkie, did you really make all this?”

“With the help from the kitchen girls, yeah!” Pinkie said. “Normally I’d do it all myself but I needed to be here for the dinner so I couldn’t get messy or anything so I had to keep watch and make sure everything went OK but they obviously did such a great job!”

She was beaming with such pride that Twilight couldn’t help but smile in return. Keep your head on straight, damn you!

“Twilight. Please, you may relax,” Chrysalis insisted, her tone surprisingly gentle. “I am not here to fight you. I am not here to invade. You are safe here.”

“And are my friends safe here?” Twilight inquired.

“Safe- and so dearly loved,” the darkened queen answered. “Do not be afraid. For them, or for yourself.”

“Then… then why are you here?”

Chrysalis smiled- for the first time, Twilight believed the sight to be a genuine one. “Because I am in love,” she explained. “And I would have it no other way.”

“But you didn’t come alone, did you?” Twilight guessed.

Chrysalis nodded. “They remain here, under my care- and that of my ladies. Safe and at peace, if only for a moment.”

The last few words made the still-suspecting woman pause. “For the moment?”

“There is no war being readied, Twilight,” Chrysalis continued, “but we are overcrowded. I did not wish for us to be here for so long.”

“So what are you hoping to do?”

“Create new nests. Send some of them elsewhere, away from here,” Chrysalis answered. “But I am struggling to find a way to achieve such things safely. We cannot build ourselves, so we must renovate buildings to our needs. And to move so many of us openly is a risk I do not wish to take. Not when there are so many that might hurt my children…”

The concern with which she spoke was what took the uneasy woman aback. Chrysalis had been a warrior, a conqueror of realms who relished the battlefield. What a stark difference that was to the now, the Changeling Queen seemingly stricken by fears of seeing her Horde assailed. It was as though Twilight were looking at a fretting mother, worried over the fate of the soldier who was her own child.

It could not be helped; Twilight found herself moved to sympathy.

The rest of the dinner went by pleasantly, Twilight’s tumult of emotions keeping her fairly subdued throughout. She watched as Chrysalis continued to interact with her friends, the levels of affection between them shockingly romantic. Yes, they’d admitted to being that way with one another already, but to see it in person was a bit off-putting. The teasing that was both cheek and kindness, the compliments and gestures that flowed between them as freely as an unbound stream… to see her closest friends like this wasn’t what she had expected. And they seem so much- I dunno- happier. It was the only word she could think of that seemed to sum it up. Her friends were happier with Chrysalis in their lives, and happier that they were so deeply intertwined.

She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“What’s got you so quiet, Twilight?” Rainbow asked, taking note of her friend’s continued silence. “I know the food’s good, but still.”

“It’s- it’s nothing,” Twilight said. “Don’t worry.”

“I believe I know your concerns,” Chrysalis mused, pausing from her wine to regard her honored guest. “You fear for Fluttershy’s safety still, am I right? Come, let us finish and I’ll take you to her. Pinkie, is her dinner ready?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, the soup’s just sitting on the warmer right now,” the frizz-haired girl answered. “Ready for when-wherever!”

“Wonderful. I’m sure she’ll be grateful,” the dark royal said. “Well, Princess Twilight, let us finish our glasses and carry on. There is a matter of importance to me that I would like to discuss with you once we’re done.”

There was trepidation in regards to that remark, but little fear to go along with it. Twilight followed suit and carried on with her host as she said goodbye to her friends, departing for the kitchens and to destinations unknown.

“She’s feeling better than this morning,” Chrysalis murmured as she poured steaming soup into a bowl. “But she has had little food. Something to help fill her stomach –gently- will do her good.”

“That’s… yeah, that’s probably true,” Twilight remarked. Was this really the same woman that had invaded Canterlot?

Seeing Fluttershy resting comfortably with a book in hand did the uncertain princess some good, a happy reunion between friends in such an unexpected place. They talked on her unfortunate bout of illness for a brief moment, Twilight becoming unified with Chrysalis in concern over the tired woman. It was almost amusing to see how doting the once-formidable Changeling queen was in regards to Fluttershy, fretting to such a degree that her sweet-faced beloved had to laughingly soothe frayed nerves.

It’s… actually- well, a little sweet. Twilight didn’t mind smiling at the sight of it.

“Rarity will be by to check on you in a bit, she’s seeing to the dining hall at the moment. Call for her if you need anything.”

“I will, Chrysalis, don’t worry,” Fluttershy promised. “Goodbye, Twilight, it’s nice of you to visit.”

An awkward wave of goodbye and the bookish woman departed, following after Chrysalis down the hall to a small room that looked to be some sort of study.

“I hope your fears have been put to rest by now, Princess Twilight,” Chrysalis said, offering the lone seat to her companion. “I understand that you would have misgivings, considering our past history.”

“A- a little. I know,” Twilight said. “Look, I’m not- not very formal about my status or anything. You can just call me Twilight. It’s alright.”

Chrysalis smiled. “Twilight it is, then,” she remarked. “Any questions you’d like to ask of me before I ask one of you?”

There were certainly a few. “How- how did this happen?”

“Hmm? As in how your friends came to be part of my life? Accident, if anything,” Chrysalis answered. “I sought out Fluttershy at first, wishing to- well, infiltrate once more. But the more I was with her, the… the less I cared.”

“About..?”

“Invading. Revenge. I- well, I enjoyed what we –shared. Together,” Chrysalis continued. “And then I was told Rarity was pining for her, so I… let her in.”

“And now Pinkie and Rainbow are with you, too,” Twilight guessed, receiving a nod in response. “Was that on purpose?”

“Not at first. But heavens, Twilight, I’m glad they are. You girls are… intoxicating! The way they’ve changed my children, helped soothe their spirits- I can’t imagine a life without them!” Chrysalis said, her face set to glowing as she continued to speak. “Fluttershy is so gentle, and Pinkie –the affection from her, Twilight, it’s sweeter than any candy you could find. And I just- wait, what is so funny?”

Twilight couldn’t take it anymore, her mirth bursting from her lips and filling the room. “I don’t believe it! This is how you turn a new leaf!” she gasped. “Oh my gosh, Chrysalis, out of all things-!” It was the most clichéd, yet somehow unexpected means by which the once-villainous queen had been redeemed. “OK, OK, I’m convinced! This is so weird, but I’m happy. For all of you! So, I guess- well, what were you wanting to ask me?”

Chrysalis frowned in response to Twilight’s gentle mockery, but carried on nonetheless. A roll of papers were extracted and set on the desk, unraveled before her guest to reveal…

“These are floor plans,” Twilight surmised. “A warehouse?”

“Three of them,” Chrysalis said. “One in Manehatten, another in Vancour, a third in Baltimare. My Ravens-”

“Your what?”

“My scouts. They were sent to find three potential sites for new nesting grounds. New homes for my children,” the queen said. “Our goal is to reconvert them the same way this one was, and make it suitable for our specific needs of survival.”

“Alright. But you need me for… what, exactly?” Twilight inquired.

Chrysalis sighed, biting her lip. “This place was made for war in mind. Sublevels and better ventilation, with walls made to endure bombardment. This home is secure, but these three are not. I need these to be made in the same way, but I am not certain as to how. I’m told you’re brilliant, Twilight. If you can help me convert these places into new nests, I can see my children made safe and out of sight.”

“And when they get there?” Twilight challenged. “When they are safe?”

A long, loaded silence that seemed to buzz in their ears. “I don’t know yet, Twilight,” Chrysalis murmured. “They’ll need love to survive, none can survive without it. But I have forbade them from stealing it any longer. They stay here and thrive, but we do not have room to spare. If they leave…”

“Then they might starve,” Twilight guessed. “Give me time to look over these. Give me every bit of information you have on how you built this place, and- I’m not guaranteeing anything. But I’ll try.”

Chrysalis beamed, her smile an unexpectedly cheering sight. “Then you will remain as my honored guest for as long as it takes,” she declared. “My children, my ladies, and myself are at your disposal.”

Twilight held a bashful smile and motioned to be left alone, eager to set to the new challenge provided to her. It was to be unlike anything she’d ever attempted before, and the thought invigorated her.

Chrysalis departed for her bedchambers, unsurprised to see it occupied by her beautiful ladies. “She’s agreed to help.”

“Told you,” Rainbow said. “She can’t resist a brainteaser, not ever.”

“And she will find a solution, I can promise you that,” Rarity added. “Don’t you worry a bit, Chrissy.”

“I’m glad. And thank you for the dinner, Rarity, Pinkie. It was a lovely idea,” Chrysalis replied. “I don’t know what I’d do without you running the formalities of the house.”

“I’m most certainly glad to be of help, darling,” the beautiful seamstress said. “And now… we simply rest?”

There was a rather pregnant pause. It was as though everyone wished to speak up and say something, but did not want to be the first to proclaim the thought. Eyes were averted, feet were shuffled as each of them tried to keep themselves silent for a little longer. Chrysalis waited hungrily, wishing one of them would say what she’d already thought and just get it over with already-

“She’s got a great butt,” Pinkie moaned at last, falling back against the bed as her eyes glazed over in a daydream.

“Holy shit, someone said it!” Rainbow cried. “Jeez, how is that fair? Such a nerd, but hot damn does she look good.”

“Rainbow, be nice! Twilight’s always been very pretty, you’ve even said so yourself,” Fluttershy chided.

“And such class!” Rarity added. “Protégé of a Princess, with such a mind as well-”

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” Chrysalis groaned, fully exasperated by the multitude of proclamations. “If this was the case, why didn’t any of you bother to tell me? Next time, let me know beforehand!” A kick at nothing and a wringing of her hair before giving one last sigh. “So, I want Twilight, and I’m guessing you girls do, too. Are we agreed?”

“Yes!” The response was swift and eager.

“Excellent. Now, this is what we’ll do,” Chrysalis began. “A nice little buildup, my loves. I think we’ll be able to have a great deal of fun with this.”

For being one who had intended to come and wage war within these walls, Twilight found Chrysalis’ nightclub a rather lovely abode to be in. Though the main hall itself was clearly intended to be a showroom, but the backrooms had been made with some level of permanence in mind. When she was not in Chrysalis’ study, nose-deep in floor plans and grid maps of various cities, she found that the many side rooms had been lovingly furnished for guests of all kinds. A comfortable lounge chair, a small bed and nightstand with a jug of water, a little summoning bell to call for aid if she so wished it…

“Definitely Rarity’s doing,” Twilight surmised. Her refined friend had always been one to enjoy the finer comforts, and the style behind these furnishing definitely spoke to her eye for beauty. For the first time since she’d been coronated, Twilight actually felt a bit like a Princess, a trait she had tried to avoid but now found rather pleasant. But of course, she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by such simple things. She was here for discreet purposes, not self-satisfaction.

Each day passed by pleasantly, whether it be at work or in the company of Chrysalis and her romantic entourage- her friends, as it were. She continued to find herself marveling at just how deeply affectionate the formerly foul Changeling Queen was to her ladies, doting love and acts of such on them in equal manner, a unified act of romantic harmony that Twilight hadn’t imagined could be possible. They all indeed enjoyed one another’s company in a way that was a little distracting. But it wasn’t distracting, of course it couldn’t be!

The study in which she worked was rather soundproof, a serene place of studious calm that allowed her to focus without distraction- unless distraction came through the door to find her. On more than one occasion she found herself occupied not by charts and diagrams, but rather by the appealing presence of her friends, or Chrysalis herself. It was something Twilight found rather difficult to ignore: her friends were all very fetching, and seemed to be keen on flaunting it. Rarity was elegant and graceful, Fluttershy was sweet and tender, Pinkie was rambunctious and pleasantly handsy- a trait shared with Rainbow that the shocked Princess found herself conflicted over. They were just as they were, yet not given a sensuous edge they’d never possessed before. And they all seemed intent on teasing her with it…

“Can I ask you something, Chrysalis?” Twilight asked, her second evening in the queen’s hidden paradise.

“Anything you like, Twilight,” Chrysalis answered, leaning back against the desk in a deep stretch; it could not be helped to note that her midriff was soon revealed from beneath her garment, a toned piece of beauty with just the right color of tanned skin-

“Uh- my friends! Right- I know you call them your ladies,” Twilight said hurriedly. “But- well, you seem to have let them take roles. In your court, I guess?”

“They answer only to me,” Chrysalis answered, “and they help me tend to the wellbeing of my children. The Horde can be… difficult, at times. These new ways are frightening to them.”

“So how do they help you, then?”

Chrysalis thought it over for only a moment. “Perhaps the most helpful of them is Pinkie, if you would believe it. The children adore her to a degree of obsession not even I ever reached. She leads the kitchen, but also dotes upon them regularly. Rainbow is… my fencing master. She trains them, keeps their skills sharp.”

“How do Fluttershy and Rarity figure into that?”
“Rarity is the lady of the house. The personnel, decorations, the presentation of this place… they all fall under her control. She was the one who set our first dinner together, as you recall. But Fluttershy answers to none of them- she is my confidante and place of safety. My words of comfort and wisdom when I need them.”

“Do you rely on them?” Twilight asked.

“They- complete me,” Chrysalis murmured sweetly. “I didn’t know I could be so- so whole because of them. It’s made things so much easier. And less lonely.”

Twilight released a small laugh. “I’m a little jealous. You’ve got great help, I know that much.”

“Oh, but you don’t have to be jealous,” Chrysalis replied, a grin on her face. “I could always use a political advisor. To have that brain of yours with me on the throne- and that cute butt for me to pinch-”

It was unexpectedly forward, and Twilight turned a deep shade of red. “Chrysalis!”

The beautiful queen laughed. “We all think so,” she defended. “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. I’d be flattered if you could join us.”

The offer was actually tempting. To join a great company of beautiful women in the acts of love, and- well… “I mean- that’s a lot to ask, all at once.”

“Then later, I believe,” Chrysalis said, turning about and peering at the pile of diagrams that sat on the desk. “You have been poring over these plans for days now, Twilight. Do you not have a course of action I may follow?”

Twilight’s efforts to control herself came to a standstill. She did have an answer, but it wasn’t going to be one that she believed this lovely woman would like. “Chrysalis... Will you listen to me if I tell you what I really think?” she asked.

The beautiful royal paused. “Far be it for me to not heed your words of wisdom. What do you have to say?”

Here we go. “Well- Chrysalis, you don’t need any more nests,” Twilight said simply. “Just... just let you children live normal lives.”

Chrysalis peered at her, whether it was surprise or hesitancy at the announcement was something Twilight couldn’t tell. “You mean we operate openly.”

“I mean- just let them be people, I guess,” Twilight said. “There’s homes they can live in. They can make families, have normal lives- if love strengthens you like this, won’t it do the same for them?”

“It- could. Possibly,” Chrysalis admitted, albeit slowly. “Twilight, they… they have only received the scraps. The scents and wafts of what have strengthened me, never what I alone know from my ladies. It is not a world they understand yet, not from experience.”

“Then- then they’ll have to experience it,” Twilight replied. “If they want what you have, they’ll have to try. And that means really –truly- loving someone. Even if they get nothing in return.”

“They will be vulnerable.”

Twilight tried to summon an argument, something prolific and long-winded that would sweep away any thoughts of resistance. If she convinced Chrysalis of this, then maybe she’d convince them all at once. “To love is to be vulnerable, Chrysalis,” she at last managed. “But isn’t it worth the risk?”

The beautiful queen pondered over the young princess’ words, torn from so many directions that any hopes of reaching a conclusion was not to be found anytime soon. “I will… consider it,” she said softly. “It will be difficult for them to understand at first.”

“Then we take time. We help them understand,” Twilight replied.

“‘We,’ you say?” Chrysalis echoed. “Have you considered my offer of love so quickly?”

“I’ll- consider it,” the bookish woman said, a tinge of a smile on her lips. “You move fast.”

“I simply cannot bear the thought of you slipping through my fingers,” Chrysalis explained, leaning down to offer-

Oh my. Twilight’s instinct was torn both backwards and forwards as the darkened queen leaned down to find her own lips and place a kiss upon them. More surprising than the act itself was the warmth that spread across her as the moment solidified; Chrysalis’ lips were plump and pleasantly soft, gentler than what she had expected. It was the tenderness of a pining lover with which she kissed, and Twilight’s eventual conclusion was that it was a nice moment to be part of. It was a pity that it had to end.

“Even if you leave us tonight, my darling,” Chrysalis breathed, eyes poring over Twilight’s body in undisguised longing, “please keep in touch. I’ll always be waiting for you.”

Twilight’s smile was clouded as she rose from her seat, leaving the queen of Changelings behind and exiting the stifling study for home. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, that was true, but she knew what she wanted. She definitely, definitely knew what she wanted. She wanted to be home, nestled in bed with a nice book and comfortably asleep. Of course she wasn’t aroused by that kiss, or the fact that Chrysalis’ breasts had been gently placed against hers in the midst of it and that all her friends thought she had a nice butt-

Twilight paused in her hallway meanderings, trying to catch a breath and rid her mind of its addled state. This wasn’t healthy, this was a fantasy. She had reality to deal with! Reality called for a cold glass of water and any thought that wasn’t of being amongst a bevy of beautiful women who wanted to ravish her body just as much as she wanted theirs!

“Oh for heaven’s sake.” A quick turn into a nearby door and she found herself in her temporary quarters, seemingly made ready for one last night in Chrysalis’ nest. A dash for the jug and Twilight began gulping down the cool water greedily, trying to clear her mind. She knew what she wanted- but having it both ways seemed a little impossible.

A knock on the door, followed by the sound of hinges creaking. “Twilight? Is everything alright, darling?” It was the people she most enjoyed seeing but definitely didn’t need to see right now. Rarity, followed by the others, came streaming into the room with Twilight in their sights. “Chrissy mentioned that you were leaving. Don’t tell me that I had your room tended to for nothing?”

“I’m- I’ve got work to catch up on,” Twilight replied. “Sorry, it really has been nice to come and visit. I’ll be back up another weekend, maybe.”

“Oh, but can’t you stay with us for the night?” Fluttershy asked. “It’s just so late now, surely you’d feel better leaving in the morning.”

“I wish, Fluttershy, I really do, but I need to get back.” Twilight was telling the truth, but it somehow felt like a lie. This is so dumb.

“Are you sure?” Pinkie begged, looking positively heartbroken. “Not even one last night?”

She wasn’t, and that was the problem. “Well… maybe a nightcap.”

“Wonderful! Come, have a seat. Chrissy didn’t tell us how things went and we’d all love to know.”

In reflection, Twilight knew that was the moment when it was all over. The lounge was comfortably set for all of them to be seated, Twilight taking the solitary chair while the four girls took to the cushy sofa across from her. The conversation was smooth and comfortable, no different from any time they had ever spent together as friends- and now as lovers, with herself as the sole exception. The mood was warm and serene, laughter and cheerful chatter flowing freely. It was easy to get lost in its midst and just enjoy yourself-

Until she noticed. “Oh! Uh, Rarity-”

“Yes, Twilight?”

She tried not to look. Again. “Uh, your dress, it- you’re a little exposed.”

Rarity peered down at her cowl neckline and saw that one of her breasts had somehow slipped out, free for all to see. By Twilight’s estimation, it was a very pleasant one: large, nicely shaped, perfectly made for a hand to cup and caress it. But she couldn’t think about that, it wasn’t her right. But you did get the offer- wow, that wasn’t helpful.

“I guess I am,” Rarity said mildly, a playful smirk on her perfect lips. “I hope you like them.”

Help. “Sorry?”

“Are they nice, Twilight? The girls certainly think they are,” the fashionista remarked. “I must admit, I do love it when Chrissy sucks on my tits. She has such a way with me, you see… she can be so tender and gentle one moment, then the next she has me squealing! Oh, how she nibbles me and makes them hard! You must see it sometime.”

“I’d-” Twilight forced her mouth shut before she could say more. If she’d been sorely tempted before…

“They feel so soft,” Fluttershy murmured happily, her hand coming up to play with her lover’s exposed breastflesh. “Even Chrissy says you’ve got the most perfect breasts, Rarity.”

“Fluttershy, you’re too kind!” Rarity cried, leaning in and touching noses with her giggling girlfriend. “Oh, I must thank you- here!” And before there could be anything else done, the two women were sealed together in a kiss, blissfully bound for realms far away and into their own private romance.

Twilight gasped at the sight of it. She’d always known Fluttershy and Rarity were beautiful, but the two of them together was something out of the realms of heaven. Those beautiful women so deeply intertwined, so obviously infatuated with one another… to see Rarity swooning in the arms of such an angelic being as Fluttershy was more than enough to melt defenses. How sweetly they kissed, how gentle were their caresses of the skin! Every motion was built for the sweetest of loves, a passionate romanticism that could not be of this earth! Even the coos and giggles that escaped from between their unified lips were like birdsong at dawn. The further they fell into the depths of their love, the more Twilight wished only to see them continue on for eternity.

“Man, they’re really boring, aren’t they, Twi?” Rainbow’s mocking tone cut through the tender moment and pulled the awestruck woman from her raptures. The prismatic woman was watching her companions become lost in their kisses with a smirk on her face, perhaps one of derision. “They’re all sweetness and softness, but no passion in them. Am I right?”

“Rainbow, I think it’s-”

“Of course I’m right! Pinkie, come here. Twilight needs to know what a real kiss looks like.”

“Now that’s more like it. Watch and learn, Twilight!” Pinkie leapt atop her colorful paramour and immediately set to work, wasting no time in formalities as she took Rainbow in a wild, potently passionate kiss.

It was a show meant to overwhelm, and Twilight’s mouth struggled to not remain agape. Pinkie and Rainbow were bonded together in a union that could only be called wondrously sloppy, a mingling of tongues and lips that seemed eager to overpower the other. What clothing they had did not remain on their skin for long, torn away in a heap and cast aside as the two wild spirits let their embrace become unrestrained. Saliva intermingled and became thick bands, moans came in strong and loud, each new press of flesh only bringing them to a new intensity. It was as though they could not resist one another for a moment longer, desperate to see each other satisfied in every conceivable aspect. Rainbow attacked Pinkie’s tongue, sucking upon it like a candy-

Twilight suppressed a shudder- and then a moan. She hadn’t meant to think it, but the sight of these two loving couples enjoying themselves before her was driving her mind to distraction. There was beauty and passion, grace and romance; lust and desire, physical hunger put into motion… all of it there for her to see. And despite her desire to think otherwise, Twilight had to admit: it was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen.

“Mmm…” Fluttershy and Rarity let their flow of exquisite kisses come to an end, breaking apart slowly and seemingly focused on nothing but the other. To no surprise at all, Rarity bore an expression of intense longing as she gazed at the sweet-faced maiden, her deeply held affection threatening to overwhelm her emotions and burst. “Fluttershy, darling, you don’t know how long I waited for you.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” Fluttershy replied, a kiss on her friend’s nose for emphasis. “Can I make it up to you, please?”

“Anytime you wish, darling!” Rarity’s hands went to her dress and pulled away the bodice to let her breasts hang free, like ripened fruits waiting to be picked that gleamed in the light-

Fluttershy’s natural tenderness made what came next a thing of beauty. Twilight gave a soft sound of awe as she watched the delicate woman begin to tend to the fashionista’s magnificent mounds, pushing her against the back of the couch and beginning her work. Small kisses were the first moments that were born, sweet presses of lips against nipple as she began her acts of worship. This was a slow, rhythmic act of love, each action performed with a delicacy of spirit so as to entice the senses; a small pull here and there to further stimulate, a lick about the areola that would elicit a soft arousal- but no chaos, no untamed longing. This was an act of love, a beautiful display of sensuous affection. Rarity could only cry softly, the act itself made all the better by the one who graced it upon her. She had loved Fluttershy for so long, craved her in a way Twilight could only imagine; to have her there upon her and gracing her body with affection must have felt like a dream come true. It was a sight enough to make one’s heart melt- and then set it afire.

Well occupied on the far side of the couch, Pinkie and Rainbow continued their swapping of saliva, their rush of movement a continuous distraction for Twilight’s rather muted consciousness. Hands groped and prodded, ran through hair like a rabbit through heather, constantly touching and feeling and pinching so as to incite further sounds of ecstasy. The reclusive princess had never known someone could kiss like that; an intensity of feeling and action, those pink muscles so twirled about one another that the two women seemed melded together by liquid and flesh. Their lusts were primal, overpowering, and an awe-inspiring sight. When they at last let their trade of tongues come to an end, the string of drool they had crafted was now a thickened rope of deliciousness, trailing across Rainbow’s muscled body as Pinkie came to a straddling position.

“Now that’s how it’s done!” Pinkie declared happily, face slickened by Rainbow’s wild assault. “See, Twilight? It’s a lot of fun when you really get into it!”

Twilight didn’t say a thing, kept silent by suppression of her own desires and an admiration for the two contrasting styles. Both looked so satisfying, so pleasurable… how was she supposed to choose which she preferred when either one seemed so good?

“Come on, Twilight. Don’t you wanna join us? We’d love to have you...” Pinkie’s voice was velvety in a way she’d never heard before, those bright-blue eyes little more than slits that poured out their longing- for her! Both pairs of magnificent women brought their displays of passion to a halt, turning to their rapturous audience and seeming to beckon. Twilight could feel their hunger in her heart, a feeling she wanted to match. Her friends were offering to be with her, to worship her body just as they did for one another, and she wanted it so bad-

“I- I shouldn’t.” That at least was the truth, even if what Twilight wanted was a different matter entirely. Couldn’t I just indulge- just a little bit?

“Then let us convince you, darling. Please,” Rarity said, turning her body to face her captive audience and letting her perfect, well-tended breasts call like a siren’s song. “I am yours to command. Is there anything you’d like me to do?”

Oh. It was impossible. Rarity was offering herself up in totality, her body now an instrument of Twilight’s will. Was she offering to have sex with her? Twilight liked the idea. But if she was the one in charge here –even hypothetically- then maybe using it for her own devices wasn’t a nice thing to do. Rarity seemed to adore them all, but she’d always held a soft spot for Fluttershy in particular. And they’d been so beautiful together, it was hard not to want them that way…

“Have sex with Fluttershy,” Twilight said, surprised at how swiftly the words escaped her. She hadn’t even realized she’d started speaking.

“Oh, Twilight,” Rarity said, glowing at the command. “Thank you, I… Fluttershy, darling, you heard our princess. Would you mind?”

“Of course not. Enjoy, Twilight,” Fluttershy said. A moment of sweet embrace before the two women pulled themselves free of their clothing and began to bond; smooth legs crossed together and two beautiful forms found one another, the sweetness of sex becoming physical action at the beginnings of their union. Slowly, carefully, Fluttershy pulled herself in close and let her pussy be scissored into Rarity’s, she the initiator of the motion while Rarity held their forms close together with hands around body. The movements were delicate and gentle, but became noticeably more rapid with each new stroke; this was an escalation meant to satisfy, each moment made for the comfort of another. The breaths of the two ravishing beauties came in small bursts, gasps that were filtered by their growing satisfaction.

Twilight didn’t know when she began, her instinct taking over somewhere in the midst of this rarified performance. Beneath the heavy fabric of her clothing, snaking underneath the light weight of her underwear, her hand had come to find her own awaiting folds and began to finger away- slowly. A start of hesitation as she felt the first of her forays, an action she hadn’t meant to take. But the sight of Rarity and Fluttershy making love was something sensuously beautiful, how could she resist? It was the only natural reaction, something so sensible; she wanted only to focus on the sounds of their union, the feeling of her fingers within herself, ignoring even the sounds of approaching movement somewhere behind her-

“Ooh, Twilight’s having fun,” Pinkie murmured, still atop an eagerly awaiting Rainbow Dash and squirming with desire. “What about me, Twilight? Can I eat your ass, please, please, pretty-please?”

“Pinkie, I-” Twilight wanted to say yes. She desperately wanted Pinkie’s prowess within her- but she couldn’t make that step, not yet. “Don’t leave Rainbow unhappy.”

The awaiting athlete shot a grin. “Thanks for that, Twilight. You heard her, Pinkie.” A sudden rush of motion and Rainbow had pulled Pinkie atop her face, the two perfectly positioned for a bountiful display of affection. They wasted no time in diving deep into one another’s folds, mouths set to work as they began to lick and pull at whatever they could reach. There was no restraint in any of their actions, no steady rise in activity; like a runner out of the gate they were within each other, devouring flesh and licking away the juices that flowed so freely in response. Sounds of pleasure and pride filtered through them and wafted into the air like a pleasurable scent, born from the actions of their partner as well as their own. As though a competition, Rainbow and Pinkie held to one another and plunged in all the more fiercely; each wanted to be the first to satisfy and conquer the other.

Twilight’s restraint disappeared at the sight of this overwhelmingly erotic display; Rainbow and Pinkie were incredible! She’d always wondered what it would be like to be with either of them, but she’d never expected a show like this! Would they treat her just like this, too? How did either of them tend to Rarity or Fluttershy, were they just as frenetic or more gentle? What did they taste like, how did they feel? Twilight’s mind conjured fantasy after fantasy as she watched the pair of lovers descend into their passionate journeys, her hand plucking away at herself with no remorse. She had these treasures at her willing command now, how could she hope to refuse such an offer?

“Are you enjoying yourself, Twilight?” A voice whispered into her ear as a pair of hands fell on her shoulders; Chrysalis was standing behind her, having snuck in sometime during her moments of distraction. “Do my ladies arouse you so?”

“Yes,” Twilight breathed. She was trying to focus on these gorgeous women yet again, but Chrysalis’ voice was like honey-

“You deserve to be treated like a princess, Twilight,” Chrysalis said, pausing to place a kiss on the young woman’s neck, receiving a shiver in return. “Such a messy business down there… may I finish for you?”

She was offering that? Twilight didn’t know what to say. But she remembered how those lips of the exquisite Changeling had felt like against her own and her mind went into overdrive at the thought of her fingers taking- Oh my gosh, what are you waiting for?

“Well, my princess?”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she cried, relenting to her desires at last. Oh, how she wanted this, how was she supposed to hold back any longer?

“As you command,” Chrysalis purred, pulling Twilight’s hand free and licking away the juices that held fast between her fingers. The feeling of that tongue along her skin, and this was merely a taster-! “I’ve always wanted a princess for my own.”

Twilight let a breathy moan flow free at the first touch of Chrysalis’ fingers within her folds, the mere thought of it being the hand of another enough to elicit some satisfaction. How she loved this feeling, the pleasurable caress of this sensuous goddess! Chrysalis’ fingerwork was heavenly, an expertise in her craft that the young princess hadn’t known could exist. All about her were the sights and sounds and sensations of an irresistible world, the entirety of it offered to her for the taking. As those glorious fingers plucked away towards a desirous release, Twilight’s imagination went into overdrive: Rarity’s breasts in her mouth, those nipples hardening because of her own tonguework; Fluttershy’s soft lips there for her to kiss; Pinkie’s perfect thighs between which she would explore and devour; Rainbow’s dominance and power, able to set her senses aflame- and Chrysalis, Chrysalis, Chrysalis-!

Twilight cried aloud as the magnificent queen began her greatest masterwork, a trio of fingers plunging deep and finding a spot of sweetness that had always remained elusive. The bookish woman squirmed as she felt the inevitable begin to consume her senses, an almighty pleasure wiping away any thought but that of this dark angel satisfying her body. What flowed from her came without bidding, without a command for its call; if she should have felt shame at such an instance, Twilight did not care. To be satisfied like this was wonderful- and only a taster to the real joy that would await her.

When the last rocking wave at last faded away, Twilight’s breathing came in slow, long sighs. She was back in control of her conscious self once more, able to see the world about her. Rarity and Fluttershy were lost in another realm, a happiness of their own as they continued their lovemaking; Rainbow and Pinkie seemed to know nothing but the need to devour, diving further into one another. The show was still going, even if its sole audience was already satisfied.

“So soon,” Chrysalis murmured. “Have you been unsatisfied for so long, my dear?” Coming about from behind her latest conquest, the beautiful Changeling took a seat on Twilight’s lap and filled the young woman’s gaze. Beautiful breasts that were held just behind a dark corset, tanned skin that streamed across delicious legs… she was a beauty. “If you wish, Twilight… I can give you more than just a teaser.”

“It sounds like fun,” Twilight said, leaning up to kiss those plump lips once more and reveling in the new firmness that came from the union. Chrysalis wanted her, to feel her, to be part of her just as much as she wished for all of it in return. “You definitely know how to convince me.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you just walk away,” Chrysalis giggled. “Now, let’s enjoy the rest of the show. Just think of the fun that’s in store for you…”

Twilight was given full view of the beautiful scene once more, watching as the two couples continued in their own methods of union. She let her mind begin to fantasize once more, wondering how it would feel when her turn came about. Should she ask for all of them at once, or one at a time? Who had the best tonguework, the best fingers? There were so many questions left unanswered, and she was eager to find out. But for now, she let her gaze fall on Rarity, who was reaching a crescendo-

A door slammed open behind them and her eyes darted to the commotion. She recognized that silhouette instantly. “Oh- you’re here already!”

I have exams and two papers to write, yet here I am. Fuck my stupid brain.
This one got far too long. I really hope I won't let them be this long again. This ended up having more plot to it than I'd originally anticipated, sorry.

Keep reading, I guess.